I freaking loved the shit out of Dana. She knew when to push and when to back off. And right now, she was doing the one thing I needed the most. Moving the interrogation along. I told them about the toothbrush drama and the fact my pink toothbrush now had a home next to Luca’s in his ensuite and how he was with Phoebe. I couldn’t wait to see him as a father. He was going to make the best dad.
“And then he rubbed your feet?”
“He rubbed my feet,” I confirmed as Dana’s mouth gaped.
“Could he get any more perfect? Like seriously? Are you sure he’s not related to the Hemsworths?” Dana asked, and I couldn’t help but think she was right.
“When’s he back?”
“He has some fancy event tomorrow in Melbourne with his sponsors so he’s flying back Monday.” Which totally sucked donkeys’ balls. I missed him. Texting with him last night hadn’t been enough. I was too attached now. I hated crawling into my bed alone and not having his warm, hard chest to curl up on. I hated waking up and not having that moment of panic where I wondered if I’d snored or drooled or talked in my sleep. I missed him. I missed Luca Conti. And I needed to tell him.
“Why don’t you go?”
“Go where?”
“The sponsor thingy,” Jax said, like it was obvious.
“Because I wasn’t invited,” I admitted, surprised by how much that reality hurt.
“Since when’s that ever stopped you?”
“It’s always stopped me, Jax. It’s you who has issues with boundaries.”
“Oh. Yeah. Anyway. Surely you can snag a ticket to this thing and go down there. Just ask him.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because he doesn’t want me there!” I snapped loudly, causing everyone to look again. At this point I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be allowed back, which was a shame. I really liked their food.
“I’m calling bullshit on that. Get your phone out of your purse and start calling in favours. I’m booking you a flight.”
“Jax! Don’t…”
“Elise. It’s time for your grand gesture.”
“My grand gesture?”
“Yep. Your grand gesture. Luca’s been open and honest and putting it out there right from day one. What have you done, besides suck his dick, to show him what he means to you?”
“I…ah…shit.” Fuck I hated it when Jax was right.
“See! Call who you need to. I’ll book the flight. Can I assume you’ll have somewhere to sleep?”
“I hate you.”
“Nah, you just wish you did.”
“Dana! Help me?” I begged. She was just sitting there, leaning back in her chair, nibbling on her blueberry muffin and sipping her cappuccino, watching us like we were some shitty reality show.
“No way. This is entertainment gold.” She shrugged, taking another sip from her mug only to have it spill down the front of her white shirt. I couldn’t help but smile. Sucked in. If she wasn’t going to help me tame Jax, then she could walk around with a coffee stain on her shirt for a couple of hours.
“You’re no help.”
“There. You fly out at eight tomorrow morning,” Jax announced, setting his phone down on the counter.
“Eight?”
